Title: The Home's where the Heart is
Pairing: OkaMori, mentioned-YamaJima
Genre: Fluff, slight-Angst
Word Count: 1,007 words
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Summary: A long time crush, he left. They met again.
A/N: I'm not suppose to be here, since I'm suppose to be on a hiatus. But I'm being forced to come up on the net and write something for some real life stuffs, so I'm chipping in an OkaMori fic for the new comm bookpair. This fic can range from being awkward to cheesy and sappy, and my writing is awkward.
Enjoy.
“It’s impossible, yo!” Ryutaro shrugged the hand off from
his shoulder, as he continued to walk towards the roof top. Right behind him
was Yamada Ryosuke, a senpai two years older and also known as his best friend.
“Ryutaro!”
It was spring, and the sakura trees in the school compound
were fully bloomed. The petals of those pink flowers slowly floated in the air,
peacefully. Chattering of the students could be heard. Soft laughter or
complains.
Footsteps echoed in the corridor, and the door of the
rooftop was opened while producing a creaking sound. The wind tickled Ryutaro’s
cheeks, leading to a soft smile playing on his lips. Turning around, Yamada was
nowhere in sight.
‘He’s probably with Nakajima-senpai now,’ off-handedly, he
ignored his best friend’s disappearance act and plopped down on the floor.
Turning to his left, it was only then that he realized that he wasn’t alone
there.
Not far away, sat another guy, and their gaze met. Ryutaro
bowed a little, and quickly looked at the other direction. It couldn’t be.
He was now on the roof top with his crush for years. “Is anyone
with you?” Ryutaro shook his head at the sound of the voice, and flinched when
the guy sat down beside him. “I’m Okamoto Keito, you’re ...?”
Turning to look at him again, Ryutaro murmured, “Morimoto
Ryutaro.”
Who wouldn’t know of Okamoto Keito in their school? He is
the president of the student council. What’s more was that he was fluent in
English since he was studying in England years back. Girls would fawn over him,
since Keito was a gentleman.
‘He’s exactly the opposite of me,’ was what went through
Ryutaro’s mind. A sigh caught his attention and he saw Keito looking up into
the sky. “Are you … alright, Okamoto-senpai?”
“Have you been tired of doing what people expect you to do every
day?”
Ryutaro didn’t expect Keito to start telling him about the
pressure from the student body, the teachers. Keito told him about the pressure
from everyone. “It’s actually tiring.”
Without even thinking, Ryutaro had scooted closer, pulling
Keito into a loose hug. “Then take a break from it for a day.”
“That actually sounds good.” “And that’s what you’re going
to do.”
A pair of hands wrapped around his, and when Keito looked
up, he felt that he was blinded by Ryutaro’s sincere smile and let himself be
pulled along by the younger boy.
***
Never in his life did he expect himself to be scaling the
fence of the school. He caught student doing this and had always thought how
it’d felt like. The president was now doing it himself. Once outside the school
compound, Ryutaro continued to pull him, and their hands were interlaced.
The smile on Keito’s face never faded.
And he remembers the little boy back in his past that never
fails to make him smile and rebel. The little boy that eerily looks like the
Morimoto that was pulling him hand now and the same little boy that he fell for
all the years back.
***
“You mean Ryutaro knew Keito all those years back?” Ryosuke
nodded as he continued to lie on his desk, with Yuto sitting beside him. “Ryu
told me before that he had a childhood friend named Keito, but that boy moved
away to England. Sounds familiar? The age matches too, so I’m taking it that
they knew each other.”
“Keito never mentioned anything about Ryutaro though.”
“You’re wrong Yuto-kun. Keito never mentions anything about
himself.”
***
Both of them stopped by the riverside, where Ryutaro had
plopped down on the bank without any hesitation. “You remind me of someone.”
Tilting his head up a little, Ryutaro saw Keito still
standing beside him, staring into space. “You remind me of someone so far back
in my childhood. A boy that always manages to make me smile.” He had taken a
seat beside Ryutaro, twirling a piece of grass in his hands. He didn’t stop
talking at all.
All Keito did was to speak about that boy in his far away
memory back in his childhood days, and all Ryutaro did was to listen as he
silently spoke, ‘Don’t you remember that the boy was me?’
***
“Shut up Yamada!”
“That’s not the way to speak to me; even if you’re taller
than me now!”
Keito had turned his head and round the corner were Ryosuke
and Ryutaro bickering, as per normal. “Why don’t you just go with
Nakajima-senpai and stop bugging me?”
As much as they fought, they were close; though Ryosuke had debated
that Ryutaro didn’t want him in his life now due to puberty. “Why are you bringing
up Yuto-kun in our fight?!”
“Then stop bugging me if you don’t want your boyfriend to be
in the fight!”
“At least I have Yuto-kun. You can’t even tell Keito
properly that both of you were childhood friends!” Even before Ryutaro could
retort back, Ryosuke was already running away in the direction of Yuto’s
classroom. The younger just stood there in the corridor leaning against the
wall.
What he didn’t expect was Keito standing not far away from
him, staring at him in disbelieve. “You heard what Yama-chan said?” Ryutaro’s
voice was soft, as it was almost covered up by the student’s laughter from the
classrooms. There was a small nod from Keito, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You wouldn’t recognize me.”
It took some time for Ryutaro to register that Keito was
hugging him. “That’s because you’ve grown. You moved away when I was back from
England. There was no way that I could contact you.”
“At least, at least you’re back here.” A pair of arms went
around Keito’s waist, hugging him so tightly, as if the younger was afraid that
Keito would disappear if he let go. But of course he wouldn’t disappear. Not anymore.
After all, there’s a saying of ‘the home’s where the heart
is’, and even if Ryutaro didn’t know it now, Keito’s heart was with him, since
way back during their childhood days.
Labels: okataro, oneshot, yamajima, yaoi
